He rolled his lip between his teeth, his pale eyes bright with anger. Such a small action shouldn’t have affected me, yet it sucked the very air from my lungs. Sparks licked their way down my jaw and neck, culminating at the peak of my shoulder. Their musical hum filled my head with static. I was no
Lilac’s P.O.V. There was a storm brewing in my chest. It’s lightning coursed through my veins while its thunder exploded in my ears. I shoved Nox away and ripped open the closet door. Ignoring my name as it fell from his lips, I bolted. Those eyes of his remained on my back, and somehow I knew tha
My hands clenched into fists, as though I could physically beat this all-consuming pain away. “But she never made it.” I knew the ending of this tale. It had been whispered by the townspeople for as long as I could remember. There had been so much blood that the grass had been painted black for a we
Lilac’s P.O.V. His usual band of followers had dispersed, all heading to their own cars. Only one remained at his side, some guy whose name I didn’t know. I’d seen him in the parking lot when I arrived this morning. Shit! Did he see me hit Nox’s car? A neat swoop of auburn hair sat atop his head,
“Hey, I’m not complaining. I needed the outlet and I’d happily dislocate my shoulder again if it meant kicking her ass.” “She dislocated your shoulder?” His fury was amusing considering his past betrayal. That was his problem though, not mine. I rummaged through the pocket of my sweats until I fou
Lilac’s P.O.V. “Well?” Jada stared out at the street ahead, slowing the car to a crawl. She hadn’t said anything this entire time, even after I explained how my conversation with Nox had gone. We pulled off the main road and onto the shoulder, next to a string of small businesses. An antique shop
She frowned at the open sign hanging inches in front of her face, and knocked “Open up, Aunt Z! We need to talk! Don’t make me astral project in there.” There was a flash of movement on the other side of the door that gave me pause. It happened so fast I couldn’t be sure if I’d imagined it or not.
Lilac’s P.O.V. Zuri vanished through a set of beaded curtains, her sandals clicking across the hardwood floors. I turned to Jada, wondering why the hell we’d come all this way for a psychic reading. “Your Aunt is a psychic? Why didn’t we come here before?” Jada sat down on the bench, her body sli